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infernorp · 6 years ago

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age: thirty five

gender and pronouns: cis male, he/his

loyalty: neutral

occupation: stagehand for le théâtre de nuit

criminal occupation: gun-for-hire assassin

faceclaim: jason momoa

You've never been able to understand the way people can stare open-mouthed and wide-eyed at the lights of the city, minds empty and camera shutters clicking in time with the beating of numb hearts. It's sickening. Unable to see past the glare of blinding bright beauty, something artificial and sharp, only focusing on the jagged facade, forever blind to the true nature of the world and the people who live there. The worst part is that it extends beyond Paris. People everywhere are like this, too focused on their own reflections to notice they've sliced open their own hands on the mirror's edges. It's all a lie. Sure, it's gaudy and simple and easy to swallow, but none of it is real. That isn't how the world is. The world isn't silk and pearls and wine, it's vinyl body bags and brass knuckles and day-old cigarette smoke and booze from some other guy's liquor cabinet. Admittedly, up until the age of eleven you might have thought the lifestyle of the wealthy and influential was nice. Something to aspire to, even. One of those dreams to hold close at night, something to keep you warm when the things you actually possessed couldn't. But then you lost the house, and the grief and the shame of it all was too much for your father to bear. You'd always been so close to him. Now you could hardly remember his face, but waking up in the middle of the night, in your cousin's room, hearing your mother screaming and sobbing, it changed you. Something broke inside of you. Whatever it was, it never healed, but your mother lost hers entirely. She left two days later, never looked back. Your aunt didn't want you; said it right to your face. Said she could hardly take care of her own kid, and you were always too much of a handful. So she dumped you into the hands of the state, and from there you expected what was already an arrangement of terrible memories in the shape of a childhood to only get worse.

You were right in part. You weren't a ward of the state for long, that was the good news. And it seemed like better news when a wealthy couple off the street waltzed in off the street looking to adopt. They were cautiously warned they would have to foster first, but their minds seemed to be too far elsewhere to pay much attention to anything besides their own intentions. Apparently you looked like this woman's long lost uncle, and so they specifically requested to foster you. They passed all the required background checks, home inspections — all that junk. It felt like a dream at first. Their home was more of a mansion, a castle, than a house. It was every physical possession you'd ever wanted, and they handed everything over no matter how much you acted like a brat. Of course, it wasn't all your fault. You were still in shock and missed your parents; these people were strangers, and were absent most of the time. But, for awhile, you liked the solitude. It was nice being left alone in your room with your toys. Nothing replaced your father, though; your late-night conversations with him at the kitchen table after a long day of work, or making dinner on Saturday nights to let your mother go to bed early after working a double second and third shift. You left the day you turned eighteen and never looked back. They still called sometimes, wondering why you'd rather live on the street instead of with them, but it had always been apparent they were looking for a pet rather than a son. Well, you were never one to be caged, even if it meant living in squalor until you could teach yourself how to stand on your own two feet. But now you're grow, having raised yourself, and while you can't quite say you entirely like the man you've become, you survive. It's more than you could say for your father, at any rate.

disliked: annabella chaney, baylen moreau, carlotta giudicelli, claude babin, dulce vilaro, edmond ledoux, gille andre, gregory renard, jacqueline mifroid, madalene giry, mathieu reyer, odessa faust, philippe chaney, raoul chaney, richard firmin, and ubaldo piangi

friends: kristos vallas, sebastian renard, yvette mercier, and zhu lau

interests: christine daae, gigi destler, lea jammes, lisette sorelli, meg giry, and remy bourque

ANTONIN PETROVIC AND NARISSA KING

You'll never understand why people insist on calling them your competition. You can do what they can't; you can pick and choose your contracts for yourself. Them, they're bound by loyalty, owned like dogs, with a singular master tugging on their leashes and pulling them towards the weaponry based on grudges that Narissa and Antonin don't own. You, on the other hand. You get to exercise the differences between business and what's personal, get to turn down hits you don't feel like doing, and, occasionally, even get to pick up the slack for Narissa and Antonin when they can't get the job done. It's a good feeling, but it certainly doesn't make it a level playing field. No, they're just the pawns, and you? You're the king.

ERIK DESTLER

If you had a Euro for every warning you got about the temper of the infamous Phantom, well. You'd have enough money that you'd never have to see the bastard again. But you've never been one for listening to warnings, and riling him up is just too much fun to ignore. Not to mention you get a kick out of telling the ballerinas what Erik's face looks like under that mask of his. Waving them close, words slurred, whiskey on your breath. 'His skin is paper-thin, all nasty and jaundiced; if you look real close, you can see right through it, see little purple veins pumping thick black blood. It's a real ugly sight, ladies, I tell you what.' Of course, you've never actually seen Erik without his mask on, but it has to be something awful for him to wear it in the first place. And you'll never believe the guy has the guts to do anything about you spreading those rumors. He's much too shy, he'd never have the balls, as much as you can see in his eyes that he'd love to strangle you whenever you cross paths.

MADALENE GIRY

Damn woman's got a stick up her ass the size of a support beam, and she seems to think it's your responsibility to see that it doesn't come unstuck. Don't know where in the hell she got that idea, but if she can't handle your sense of humor in regards to that sideshow boss of hers, she shouldn't have hired you at all. And yet she still keeps you around, so you must be doing something right. Not right enough to be the official hired gun on call for Madalene and Erik, but then again you're not sure you'd want that position to begin with. The one you hold right now — self-employed and loving it, taking the contracts no one else seems to want, the ones either too dangerous or else asinine for the princess or baldy to even consider — is far more lucrative, and a better time to boot.

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topfygad · 5 years ago

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Top 10 Things to Do in Odessa

Europe UkraineSeptember 12, 2019

Odessa

Odessa is a beautiful city in southern Ukraine located near the Black Sea. It is often called ‘the Pearl Near the Sea’. Odessa is the third biggest city in Ukraine. It’s the city of cheerful and ardent people with an excellent sense of humor. There’s a theory that Odessa could endure that much of historical cataclysms because its people are very optimistic and ready to make fun of themselves and everything around.

Odessa attracts tourists with a warm sea breeze, sunny beaches, picturesque inshore zones and therapeutic muds from coastal salt lakes. Odessa is also home to one of the greatest opera houses in the world. The city’s rich cultural life allows tourists to submerge into an unforgettable atmosphere of many musical, dance, literature and other events taking place in the city.

How not to get lost in the diversity that Odessa has to offer? This list of the Top 10 Things to Do in Odessa will keep you focused.

Many people want to be born in Odessa, but only a few can make it.

Leonid Utesov

1. Opera House. One of the most beautiful opera houses in Europe and the world, this building is a jewel of Odessa. It was built in 1887 in the Baroque style, by the same architects, who built opera houses in Vienna, Budapest, Prague, and many other European cities. It is advised not just to look at it from the outside, but to attend one of the performances to experience Odessa Opera House fully. The unique acoustics of the inside hall allows making whispers audible even in the farthest corners. If you have never seen ballet or opera, Odessa Opera House is a great way to start.

2. Deribasovskaya Street. This is the main street of the city where every house, every passage, every yard is an attraction. Everything is filled with the spirit of history, incredible architectural details and the spirit of craftsmen who created all these things. Deribasovskaya is a pedestrian street and although it is not large, there’s something magnetic about it. The must-visit attractions on and near Deribasovskaya are:

The monument to the 12th chair, dedicated to the novel of Ilf and Petrov

Monument to Jose de Ribas, the founder of Odessa

Odessa Passage – magnificent retail complex near Deribsovskaya decorated with stucco moldings and statues of Mercury and Fortuna among the multitude of other masterfully created statues

3. City Garden. Right after walking through Deribasovskaya Street, you can get to the City Garden. This place is often called the heart of Odessa. At first, it was a private garden of Felix de Ribas, brother of the city’s founder. But as the garden became too big, Felix gave it away to the city and in 1806 it became Odessa’s property. One unique thing about this garden is the perfume fountain that pulverizes aromatic perfume instead of water every hour. There’s also a musical fountain in the center of the garden. Its jets of water change height depending on the rhythm. You can also find summer theater and musical pavilion, where you can listen to the wind band every weekend.

4. Primorsky Bulvar or Seaside Boulevard. One of the most beautiful streets of the city stretches above the precipice parallel to the seashore. The buildings of the boulevard form a sea façade of Odessa that has a face of classicism and early Italian renaissance. You can encounter street musicians, spontaneous political orators and other interesting personalities there. It’s a great pleasure to walk this street in the evening, breath the sea air and participate in the celebration of life around you. Primorsky Bulvar will lead you to Potemkinskaya Staircase.

5. Potemkinskaya Staircase. An important part of Odessa’s history, this giant staircase was built in 1825. Back then Duke Voronzov gave it as a present to his wife. The staircase consists of 192 steps and its length is 142 meters. Remarkably, if you look from above, the staircase looks straight. This effect was achieved due to perspective construction. The lower part of the staircase is 7 meters wider than the upper. You can observe a beautiful panorama of the bay and seaport from the upper levels of the staircase. As you finish observing the panorama from above, walk down to the seaside and seaport.

6. Seaside and seaport. Seaport of Odessa is a massive complex consisting of malls, piers and commercial buildings forming the port’s harbors. There are several interesting monuments in the seaport. Namely, the ‘Golden Child’ monument that symbolizes forever young and growing Odessa and a monument to the sailor’s wife. You can take a nice boat-trip along Odessa bay. It starts in seaport and takes about an hour. As you go further you will reach a beautiful seaside where you can enjoy the sea in many forms. Whether it’s silent or stormy, it’s always full of life and a pleasure to behold.

7. Streets and yards. Your visit to Odessa will not be complete unless you take your time to walk the city’s street and explore its yards. You already know about Deribasovskaya and Primorsky Bulvar, but there are many more interesting streets and places that convey the real spirit of the city. Here’s a list of Odessa’s yards that you should see:

Zukovskogo Street 27 (password 248) – a yard with lush greenery on the buildings of the walls.

Ekaterininskaya Square 1 – beautiful yard in the city center. Most of the time it’s closed, but if it’s open, take your chance to see it.

Grecheskaya Street 40 – a little and very unusual yard.

Zukovskogo Street 32 – famous house with a yellow door. It was built in 1850 and it’s a monument of architecture.

In many of these yards, you will meet a great number of cats. 5, 10 and in some yards as many as 10 or 20. So, Odessa’s yards are definitely a place to be for cat lovers.

Here’s a list of beautiful streets of Odessa: Malaya Arnautskaya Street, Bolshaya Arnautskaya Street, Lanseronovskaya Street, Pushkinskaya Street, Ekaterininskaya Street, Maraslievskaya Street, and Grecheskaya Street.

8. Catacombs of Odessa. These catacombs are a wonderful world of old underground elaborations made during the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century. It’s located under Odessa city and its suburbs. To this day, these catacombs aren’t fully researched. To explore them, you need to take a tour. It’s a wonderful opportunity to learn the secrets of underground Odessa. Don’t ever go to the catacombs without an experienced guide. Because of the vastness of catacombs, it’s very easy to get lost there.

9. Shevchenko Park. The biggest park in Odessa. It’s one of the most popular places for recreation of residents. There’s a big stadium in the center of the park, an alley of glory dedicated to the warriors who fell defending the city during the Second World War, a monument to a famous Ukrainian writer Taras Shevchenko and many other monuments and memorials. You can also get an excellent view of the sea from the park. Entertainment options available in the park include a carousel, rollercoasters, chamber of horrors, motor-racing and the biggest Ferris wheel in Ukraine.

10. ‘Privoz’ Market. What’s so special about the market? First of all, it’s a market of a seaport city, which means that you can find there almost anything. Secondly, the way shopkeepers speak and behave there is priceless. It’s one of the best places to feel the peculiarity of Odessa’s people and their sense of humor. You can also train your trade skills and buy the freshest seafood there.

There’s no way to skip Odessa if you want to explore Ukraine.

Click here for the PDF version of the Top 10 Things to do in Odessa Guide.

Other Ukraine Guides:

Newest 4-Day Itinerary to Kyiv City

5 Guides in 1: The Ultimate Guide to Lviv City

The Lure of Carpathian Mountains: Top 10 Reasons to See Mysterious Mountains of Western Ukraine

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topmixtrends · 6 years ago

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I REMEMBER THE FRISSON of excitement that rippled through this nation two summers ago as we anticipated the Great American Eclipse. It was ours and ours alone, starting in Oregon and ending in South Carolina. For a few brief minutes we could forget about the hate exploding in Charlottesville and Donald Trump’s “blame-on-both-sides” travesty. The heavens were about to upstage the new president, turn off the lights, and cast our world into a profound, welcome stillness.

But as the skies darkened, traffic jams clogged the roads. Millions tweeted, blogged, broadcast, live-streamed. From a cruise ship, Bonnie Tyler belted out her signature song, “Total Eclipse of the Heart,” to the swaying, bespectacled crowd. Not since 1776 had America been awarded an eclipse all its own, and for one sweet day we were one nation under God, indivisible, heads tilted in awe and anticipation.

It is hard to imagine a celestial symbol better suited to a dramatic tale than a blackened sun. Shakespeare and Milton used it, and so have American writers from Mark Twain to Stephen King. Now add to that list Rachel Barenbaum, who places an eclipse squarely at the center of her ambitious, sweeping debut, A Bend in the Stars. Set in Russia at the beginning of World War I, her novel takes us on a harrowing ride in pursuit of the solar eclipse of 1914.

The significance of these celestial events radiates far beyond science. As the Earl of Gloucester warns in King Lear, “These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good for us.” For some, an eclipse is a sign of the devil; for others, it foreshadows the end of the world. And for one of this novel’s protagonists, Vanya Abramov — a passionate young scientist whose hazardous journey we follow over 450 pages — it holds his future. Through it he hopes to disprove Einstein’s early theories about relativity and to secure a life in the United States, where his family can live safely.

Vanya is convinced that Einstein’s original theory is doubly flawed: it failed to take into account the effects of gravity, and it was based on the assumption that objects move at constant speeds. Early on he tells his skeptical sister, Miri: “Gravity bends space and light. The eclipse will prove it. And that proof, it will change everything.”

Even though he is barely out of his teens, there is something of the mad professor in Vanya — his disheveled appearance, his obsession with equations, his distracted air. His sister points out that his scheme sounds delusional, and the reader is likely to agree. He has no way of getting to the eclipse; he doesn’t have the necessary calculations to disprove Einstein; if he actually witnesses the eclipse, he needs photographs of light bending in order to make his case. And for that last, crucial step, he has to rely on an American scientist who has never heard of him.

As if all this uncertainty weren’t deterrent enough, Vanya also faces a powerful enemy at home, a creepy character named Kir. He is the chair of Vanya’s department at the university, a brooding presence with enormous hands. Kir hovers around Vanya waiting to snatch his latest calculations. Already he has stolen a batch of Vanya’s notes and published them under his own name, to great acclaim. When Vanya protested, Kir whispered, “Remember you’re a Jew.” Antisemitism hangs over this novel as an oppressive, ever-present shadow, embodied in any number of characters eager to destroy the idealistic and daring siblings. Through graphic descriptions, Barenbaum brings into sharp focus the threats and assaults Jews endured under the tsarist regime.

At the beginning of A Bend in the Stars, Miri and Vanya are living with their grandmother, a wise, tough woman who serves as the local matchmaker to the Jewish community of Kovno (present-day Kaunas). She escaped the pogroms of Odessa and now sees signs of the same violent hatred infiltrating this town. She says to her grandchildren: “Death will come, again. They’ll blame us Jews. For war. For starvation. Cold. Haven’t I taught you? Hasn’t the past been loud enough?”

The tsar’s army is rounding up Jewish men to use as fodder in the war. Vanya signs up before they can conscript him. That way, he reasons, he can request a post near where the American scientist is expected to witness the eclipse. Miri thinks her brother has made a deadly mistake, that on the battlefield he’d be lost in his equations and wouldn’t survive. Neither, she thinks, would her handsome fiancé, Yuri, who is a surgeon and Miri’s mentor at the local Jewish hospital. She sees in him a softness that she adores, and she is stunned to learn that he, too, has signed up for the army, and that he vows to accompany her brother on his quixotic quest.

Meanwhile, Miri is reluctant to leave Kovno herself, despite her grandmother’s warnings. Recently she has been promoted from doctor to surgeon — a rare accomplishment for a woman in Russia, and unheard of in this town. Just as this most deeply held wish is realized, her family urges her to leave, and she resists. But within days of Vanya and Yuri’s departure, Miri’s life takes a dramatic turn and she has no choice but to flee and go searching for her brother and fiancé. Accompanying her is Sasha Petrov, a dashing defector from the army whom she rescues and hides in her grandmother’s cellar.

Some elements of this setup seem unnecessarily convoluted, and at times the reader’s patience is strained as Barenbaum reiterates the novel’s premise. But as Miri boards her first train with Sasha and we begin the siblings’ harrowing parallel journeys, Barenbaum tightens the pressure and pace. We are with Miri and Vanya every step of the way, racing across Russia, leaping from train to train, and hurrying through short, tense chapters. Like a constantly ticking clock, the chapters written from Vanya’s point of view begin with a reminder of how many days, how many minutes, how many hours remain until the all-important eclipse. In the chapters written from Miri’s perspective, tension comes from the grueling trials she and Sasha endure to reach her brother and fiancé, and a growing attraction that is unspoken but hard to ignore.

In many ways, A Bend in the Stars reads like a folktale: the young heroes face an arduous journey and a difficult quest; they are brilliant and good-looking and pure of spirit. The villains, of course, are odious and ugly — one is described as having a nose and cheeks “littered with broken blood vessels and pores that looked like gaping holes.” But this is not purely a good-versus-evil adventure. A third of the way through, a wily sailor named Dima appears, and with him, the story gains texture. Dima is rough but endearing, a schemer out to make as much money as he can. If that means double-crossing the “pathetic soldiers,” well, that’s just the cost of doing business. When it seems Dima has betrayed Yuri and Vanya, Yuri takes him for a Jew-hater and asks, “Why does it still have to come down to that — to being Jewish?”

Barenbaum names the five main sections of the novel after months in the Jewish calendar, which itself is based on astronomical phenomena. In so doing, she threads into the novel’s fabric two central themes — what it means to be a Jew in Russia in the early 1900s, and the power of celestial forces. “Life doesn’t travel in a straight line,” we are told early on, and Barenbaum herself bends time and space by bracketing the novel with chapters set in modern-day America, which provide a startling and rewarding denouement.

Some of the novel’s best writing is in descriptions of place, whether it be a horrific hospital scene, a train station coated in coal ash, a city’s bejeweled spires, or a river that “smelled of waste and moved so slowly sticks oozed past like slugs.” Barenbaum embeds the reader in a three-dimensional world of slums, cities, and war-ravaged countryside, far from the gauzy shtetl tableaux one remembers from Fiddler on the Roof. She is equally deft at capturing dramatic events. A tussle in an alley, a long-anticipated kiss, a woman giving birth — in simple phrases, Barenbaum builds toward these moments, lingers on them, and wrings out every particle of suspense. The eclipse itself she handles with straightforward effectiveness:

The last shadows fell over the fruit trees in the orchard. Light came through the leaves in the quarter-moon shape of the eclipse.

A black veil slid over to the house and covered the dacha.

The animals that had been so loud just seconds earlier, stilled.

Day turned to night.

Occasionally, the writing is overly intense, as when a character describes an eclipse as a passionate act, “the kind that makes a woman want to jump into the bath with a man after a sweaty day.” Conversely, at times the writing goes limp. In one instance night is simply described as being “as dark as dark can be.” As the story reaches its conclusion, Barenbaum rushes through events and I found myself wishing she’d slow down and allow the story to breathe. The narrative of Dima the sailor, in particular, gets short shrift and is wrapped up in a summary. But these are minor complaints. The novel offers an epic adventure that spins through rich terrain; several engrossing love stories, including one between remarkable siblings; and a scientific intrigue that pits dark ambition against a passionate love of science.

From my deck in Massachusetts on that August afternoon in 2017, I watched the day turn mildly sullen. Crescent-shaped shadows spilled from the colander that I held in my hands. Even though mine was the slimmest of partial eclipses, I felt its power, and my smallness. Likewise, with the eclipse of 1914 as both backdrop and main event, A Bend in the Stars reveals our collective impotence against the whims of the universe. And yet, the characters Barenbaum brings to life demonstrate resilience in the face of prejudice, steadfastness in the face of defeat, and the ability to love even when the world has cracked with hate.

Jean Hey’s essays have appeared in The New York Times Magazine, The Plain Dealer, The Chicago Tribune, and Solstice Magazine. She is currently at work on a novel set in South Africa.

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juhopiikki · 8 years ago

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(via Десять Сталинских ударов | Красная Армия ) Stalinin kymmenen puhaltaaAIHEET: HistoriaPuna-Armeijan JaNeuvostoliiton, Stalin15.1.2017Joskus sodan jälkeen, noin "Stalinin kymmenen iskuja" tunsi jokainen Neuvostoliiton kansalainen. He kutsuivat sydämissä ylpeä maansa, ne tutkitaan kouluissa, antoi erityisen kortti punaisella nuolella suuntiin meidän "lyöntiä".Kuka - muina aikoina. Mutta tänään tuskin kukaan on koskaan kuullut "Stalinin kymmenen iskuja." Totta, eniten nimellinen merkityksessä. Joka toisaalta, ikään kuin välittömästi suuntaa jossain hienostunut ihmissuhde konflikteja, ja toisaalta - yksinkertaistettuna merkityksessä - tarkoittaa jonkun toisen käden niin vastustamaton kiire ja jotain voittamaton, että niiden vuoksi - ei, ja vastus - hyödytön . Kuten johtaa väistämättä tyrmäyksellä nyrkkeily rakeita iskuja, minkä jälkeen numero 10 - lopullinen kelloa tunnustamista täydellinen luopuminen. No, ja tämä on itse asiassa oikea. Vaikka hyvin alkeellinen kotitalouksien nimi. Ja ilmaisu siitä "Ten Strikes" varsinaisesti jälkeenkin nämä "iskuja", eli vastaava hyökkäys Neuvostoliiton joukot, on suoritettu. Läpi 1944 ilman terminologia "iskuja" operaatio suunniteltiin ja toteutettiin pohjalta logiikan tapahtumia ja yhteisiä tehtäviä tänä vuonna. Ensimmäistä kertaa "10 puhaltaa Neuvostoliiton armeijan" - kuten useat merkittävä strateginen toiminta vuonna 1944, joka pidettiin 14 1-29 10 ja alkoi ennalta lähestyvästä luovuttamista Saksa - listattiin Stalin ensimmäisessä osassa raportin 27. vuosipäivää Suuren lokakuu sosialistisen vallankumouksen 6 marraskuu at seremoniallinen kokouksessa Moskovassa Neuvostoliiton työntekijöiden varajäseniä. (Muuten, tässä raportissa ensimmäistä kertaa Stalin sanoi tarpeesta nostamaan Victory Banner yli Reichstag. ) Ja sitten - kaikki operaatiot suoritettiin yhdellä suunnitelma Tarjouksia kokonaisvaltaisessa ohjauksessa Korkeimman Commander Stalin, joka muun muassa oli itse mukana periaatetta uusien strategisten toimien - operaatioiden ryhmiä rintamalla - kutsuttua "10 iskuja" ensimmäinen sai nimensä mukaisesti "Stalinin kymmenen puhaltaa Neuvostoliiton armeija" ja ihmisten mielissä - mukana tullut lyhyempi nimi - kuten "Stalinin kymmenen iskuja." Muistakaamme heitä ja nyt olemme. Löydettävä ensin. Leningrad-Novgorod Hyökkäävä.Helmikuu 14 tammikuu 29Hyökkäävä operaatioiden joukot Leningradin (Army General Leonid Govorov), Volkhov (Moos K. Meretskov) ja toinen Baltic (Army General Popov) rintamalla yhteistyössä Itämeren laivaston (Admiral V. Tributs). Otetaan 1,25 miljoonaa Neuvostoliiton joukot. Tulos operaation oli vähentää Leningradin piirityksen ja vapautuksen Leningradin alueen, mukaan lukien Novgorod. suotuisat olosuhteet on luotu vapautumisen Baltiassa ja voittaa vihollinen Karjalassa.Marshal Leonid GovorovHit toinen. Korsunin motti.24 01-17 02Hyökkäävä operaatioiden 1. Ukrainan (General armeijan Nikolai Vatutin) ja toinen ukrainalainen (Army General Ivan Konev) rintamalla. Mukana 255000. Neuvostoliiton joukot. Hänet vapautettiin koko oikea-pankki Ukrainassa, ja loi edellytykset myöhemmin isku Valko tappion Saksan joukot Krimillä ja Odessa.Yleinen armeijan Nikolai VatutinOsuma kolmas. Odessa toimintaa.26.03.-16.4.Hyökkäävä operaatioiden joukot kolmas Ukrainan Front (Army General R. Malinowski) yhdessä toinen Ukrainan Front (Army General Ivan Konev) sekä Mustanmeren laivaston (Admiral FS Oktyabrsky). Käytä enintään 200 tuhatta. Neuvostoliiton joukot. Loppuvaiheessa Odessan operaation Krimin toiminnassa. 08 4-12 05. Hyökkäävä operaatioiden joukot 4. Ukrainan Front (Army General F. Tolbukhin) ja Independent Coastal armeijan (Army General Eremenko A), jota tukee Asovan- laivue (amiraali Gorshkov). Mukana 470000. Neuvostoliiton joukot. Aikana molemmat toiminnot vapautettiin Odessa, Nikolaev, Krimillä, Sevastopol.tulevaisuudessa puolustusministeri Rodion MalinovskiNELJÄS maalin. Viipuri-Petroskoi Hyökkäävä.10.08.-9.06.Siinä otetaan huomioon pudottamalla 6 kesäkuu angloamerikkalaiseen joukot kaikkialla Englanti kanaalin ja avaaminen toisen rintaman - saksalaiset eivät kyenneet siirtämään yksikköä länteen sen heijastus. Hyökkäävä operaatioiden joukot Leningradin Front (Marshal LA Govorov) - Kannaksella ja Karjalan Front (Marshal K. Meretskov) - Syvärin-Petroskoin suuntaan avustuksella Itämeren laivaston (Admiral V. Tributs) Ladoga (amiraali V. Cherokee) ja Äänisen (kapteeni Antonov) flotillas. Mukana 450000. Neuvostoliiton joukot. Se oli rikki "Mannerheim Line", vapautuu Viipurissa, Petroskoin ja valtaosa Liettuan SSR. Tappio kehotetaan hallitusta Suomen vetäytymisestä sodan.Marshal MeretskovPUHALTAKAA viides. Valkovenäjän operaatio ( "Bagration").Elokuu 23 kesäkuu 29.Hyökkäävä operaatioiden joukot ensimmäinen Baltic (Army General Ivan Bagramyan), 1. Belorussian (Marshal Rokossovsky), 2. Valkovenäjän (Army General Zakharov) ja kolmas valkovenäläisen (Army General Ivan Tšernjahovski) rintamalla tukema Dnepr laivue (amiraali V. Grigoriev). Mukana 2,4 miljoonaa. Neuvostoliiton joukot. Tuhoutuneet 30 vihollinen osastojen itään Minsk. Heidät vapautettiin Valkovenäjän SSR, suurin osa Liettuan SSR, ja suuri osa Puolan. Neuvostoliiton joukot ylittivät Niemen, Vistulan ja meni suoraan Saksan rajojen - Itä-Preussissa.Marshal Konstantin RokossovskiStruck kuusi. Lvov-Sandomierz Hyökkäävä.13 08-29 07Hyökkäävä operaatioiden joukot 1. Ukrainan rintama (Marshal Ivan Konev) yhteistyössä (30 heinäkuu) kanssa neljäs Ukrainan Front (kenraalieversti Ivan Petrov). 1,1mln Neuvostoliiton joukot mukana. Länsi-Ukrainan vapautettiin, ylitti Vistulan ja perustaa tehokas sillanpääasema länteen Sandomierz.Marshal Ivan KonevPUHALTAKAA seitsemäs. Iasi-Kishinev toimintaa.20-29 08Hyökkäävä operaatioiden joukot toinen Ukrainan (Army General R. Malinowski) ja kolmas Ukrainan (General F. Tolbukhin armeija) rintamalla yhteistyössä Mustanmeren laivaston (Admiral FS Oktjabrskiin) ja Tonavan laivue (amiraali Gorshkov ). Otetaan 1,25 miljoonaa. Neuvostoliiton joukot. Se julkaistiin Moldavian SSR. Sitten puitteissa Romanian toiminta on tukenut fasismin vastaisen kansannousun Romaniassa 23 elokuu. 34 neuvostodivisioonat ympäröi Chisinau tuhota vihollisen ryhmä, ja 50 alueet - lähinnä kolmas Ukrainan Front - ylittivät rajan Romanian otti Constantan satamassa, Ploiesti ja useita muita kaupunkeja ja vapautti merkittäviä Romanian alueelle. Tapaus kaatoi Saksan liittolaisia - Romania ja Bulgaria sekä Neuvostoliiton joukot avasi tien Unkariin ja Balkanille.Army General Fjodor TolbuhinPUHALTAKAA kahdeksas. Baltic Hyökkäävä.14.9.-24.11.Hyökkäävä operaatioiden joukot Leningradin (Marshal LA Govorov), 1. Baltic (Army General Ivan Bagramyan), 2. Baltic (Army General Eremenko) ja 3. Baltia (Moos Maslennikov) rintamalla, jossa tukea kolmas Belorussian edessä (armeija General Ivan Tšernjahovski) ja Itämeren laivaston (Admiral V. Tributs). Mukana 900000. Neuvostoliiton joukot. Ne tehtiin Tallinnan Memel, Riiassa, Moonsund ja useita muita toimintoja. Se tuhosi yli 30 vihollinen alueet. Tulos operaatio oli vapautumisen Viron sosialistisen, Liettuan SSR, useimmat Latvian SSR. Suomi joutui rikkomaan Saksan ja julisti sodan hänen. Saksalaiset olivat paenneet eristettiin Itä-Preussissa ja Courlandin pata (Latvia).Yleinen armeijan Ivan BagramyanNINTH BLOW. Taistelu Dukla Pass.08-28 09Hyökkäävä operaatioiden 1. Ukrainan (Marshal Ivan Konev) ja neljäs Ukrainan (Army General Petrov) rintamalla. Mukana 246000. Neuvostoliiton joukot. Belgrad toiminta alkoi heti valmistumisen jälkeen on-operaatio Karpaattien. 28 9-20 10 suorittaa kolmas Ukrainan Front (Marshal F. Tolbukhin). Osallistui yli 660.000. Neuvostoliiton ja Jugoslavian joukot. Seurauksena toiminnan julkaistiin Transcarpathian Ukraina avustamana Slovakian kansannousun 20 elokuu ja vapautetaan osa Itä-Slovakia, poistuu suuri osa Unkaria avustamana vapauttamisessa Tšekkoslovakian vapautunut Serbia ja 20. lokakuuta toteutettu Belgrad. Meidän joukot alueelle tultuaan Tšekkoslovakia ja asetettiin sen myöhemmän vapautumisen iskee Budapestin suuntaan, Itävalta ja Etelä-Saksassa.Yleinen Ivan Petrov ArmyPUHALTAKAA TENTH. Petsamo-Kirkenes toimintaa.07-29 10Hyökkäävä operaatioiden joukot Karjalan Front (Marshal K. Meretskov) ja alusten pohjoisen laivaston (Admiral Golovko). Mukana 107000. Neuvostoliiton joukot. Se vapauttivat Neuvostoliiton Arctic, uhka Murmanskin satamaan, voitti vihollisen joukkoja Pohjois-Suomessa, julkaistiin Petsamon alue, vangiksi kaupunki Petsamon (Petsamon). Neuvostoliiton joukot tuli Pohjois-Norjassa.Admiral Arseni GolovkoSeurauksena näistä "Stalinin kymmenen lakkoja" lähes koko alueella Neuvostoliiton vapautettiin hyökkääjät. Hylättiin ja eliminoitu 136 vihollisen rajapintoja, 70 heistä - ympäröi ja tuhotaan. Romania, Suomi ja Bulgaria asettui Hitlerin vastaisen liittouman. Onnistumiset 1944 ennalta määrätyn lopullisen tappion natsi-Saksan vuonna 1945Tänään, kun lukee näitä rivejä niukka luettelo toimista - henkeäsalpaava! Mikä oli silischa! Mikä voima! Mikä invincibility! Ja nimet - legenda! Mitkä ovat määriä joukkojen liikkeitä, ajoitus ja laajuus taistelu oli! Ja puhaltaa oli todella voimakas, todellinen teräs, Stalin. Johon kuuluu miljoonia ihmisiä, satoja tuhansia kappaleita puolustustarvikkeiden, ja - tärkeintä! - Overcome satoja kilometrejä länteen. Berliinissä! Hitlerin pesään.Ja kaikki tämä - se oli! Ja kaikki tämä - ME! Ja mikä oli maantiede hienoilla maan Polar ja Murmansk - Odessa ja Krimillä, Barentsinmeren - Black.Ja mikä tärkeintä: kun olimme kaikki yhdessä! Yhdessä maassa - ja ilman idiotic rajoja ihmisten välillä.Venäjällä tänään - kaikki näyttää tuskin Eikö satu. Mitä joten nyt voimme olla "lyöntiä"? Mukaan kenelle, mitä? ... Vai onko? Ehkä hän sanoi äskettäin, Vladimir Putin, vedoten "Golden Calf" by Ilf ja Petrov - "tien ja razgildyaystvu".Ja me voimme myös vain keula alhainen suuren "Stalin shokki" ja kertoa heille kiitos. Koska ne ovat olleet historiamme, ja heidän muistonsa, joka on vielä jotenkin auttaa tuntea mukana suuruutta kansamme-voittaja ja hengissä - elää nykyäänSource →topnewsrussia.ru

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infernorp · 6 years ago

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age: twenty one

gender and pronouns: demigirl, she/her

loyalty: destler

occupation: dancer and acrobatic aerialist for le théâtre de nuit

criminal occupation: solider for the destler crime organization, deals in blackmail

faceclaim: courtney eaton

You were born to fly. When you were still small, your mother told you at night, her cool thin fingers brushing dark hair away from your forehead, that you took a bow after your first breath and nearly somersaulted out of the doctor's arms. She said that was when she knew, right at that moment, that you would be something extraordinary, that people all around the world would covet the person you were to become, but you mustn't let them clip your wings. 'My little Zvezda. Such a pretty bird.' she would croon as your tiny restless form would fight against the weight of sleep pressing you to your bed. You used to insist you were wide awake right until the moment you suddenly weren't. You still do. You always want to be awake, moving, alive. You want to experience everything that life has to offer you. But what's always come most natural is the The feeling of the wind against your face, throwing your hair back and stinging your cheeks. You were in gymnastic classes when you were four, acrobatics when you were nine. When you were fifteen you became an aerialist. Now the posters with your name on them boast a stage persona you know your mother would be proud of, something that she dreamt of when you were no more than a foot tall. Miss Fleck! they say, The aerial exoticism! Half bird, half woman! You appreciate the half-bird portion of that more than anything else, you think. Though bird might be a bit of an exaggeration, you're certainly no more than half woman, and it's nice to have all of your own very real identity made public, acknowledged in a way that, while you know it's not understood as you mean it, is still a comfort.

Those posters were made before Erik found you. You had another manager once, though you think you've forgotten his name. He came up with that tagline, printed it on old fashioned posters and plastered them around town. One show at an old circus venue halfway out of the country and then he was gone. Took all your earnings from the show as well as his promotional and advisement fee with him. That was how Erik found you, really. Penniless and broken, wondering if you'd ever fly again. You like to think that his calling you and your siblings special was only directed at you. It was really quite a shock when Sebastian started to sing, busted out with some golden deep baritone you'd never known he had. But you were still Miss Fleck, and that would never change. It might be awhile before you really get your wings back, but for now you can do acrobatic tricks on Erik's stage as he helps you collect your feathers once more.

associates: antonin petrovic, erik destler, gigi destler, kristos vallas, lea jammes, lisette sorelli, lucien rousseau, meg giry, rahim ahmadi, and xavier carmen

castmates: baylen moreau, carlotta giudicelli, christine daae, hadley perrin, ubaldo piangi, and ursula braun

higher-ups: gabriel prideaux, gille andre, michel lefevre, and richard firmin

CHERRY LANGLEY, ODESSA FAUST, AND REMY BOURQUE

Every girl needs a good group of gal pals, and it's never been hard to find yours, no matter where you are. The theatre was no different, and it's even a little funny that you're the glue holding your little group together. Normally they'd never mesh well together at all; Odessa's too self-absorbed, Cherry's too tender-hearted, and Remy's too gossipy. But you make it all work, and they can only all get along if you're there. It's comforting in a selfish sort of way, knowing that they'll never run off and go have fun without you simply because it isn't possible. But together the four of you have great misadventures, causing mayhem and getting into trouble. You and Cherry particularly have gotten into more than your fair share of trouble for it with Erik, being warned not to draw attention to yourselves, not to break anything, not to hurt the soul of the theatre or some other bleeding heart nonsense. You both love Erik but really, he's such a grumpy old man sometimes. But he is your boss, after all, so you nod along dutifully and then scamper away giggling. It's alright. You'll just sneak into his office the next time he falls asleep in there and put his hand in a bowl of warm water.

GREGORY RENARD AND SEBASTIAN RENARD

Your two older siblings. You love them with all your heart, you really do, but this new thing Sebastian is doing where he's trying to edge his way into your spotlight isn't sitting well with you at all. Of course, you can't let him know that; he's always a nervous wreck, and that's even more obnoxious than anything else you could possibly think of. Sometimes it does cross your mind that the way you think of him, the way you treat him, is more than a little selfish; he has been raising you for the last five years, after all. He did invest all of his heard-earned money into your career only to watch it crash and burn when your old manager ripped you off. But you really do love him, and Gregory too, in your own way. You just think maybe you only have room for one emotion at a time or something, and lately those emotions have had to be focused around yourself. There isn't really a whole lot of room for anyone else in such a tiny body, so there's certainly no use feeling guilty about it.

MADALENE GIRY

For whatever reason, Madalene blatantly despises you and your siblings and, no matter what Erik says, you're not having any of it, so you're giving that bitter old woman a taste of her own medicine whenever you get the chance. She says something nasty to you, you say something nastier right back. She makes a comment about the way you dress, you knock that stupid cane out from under her and hope she falls on her face. You have no idea why she hates you so much, but she does, and so you hate her back. That's just the way it is, those are the rules.

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age: forty three

gender and pronouns: cis male, he/his

loyalty: faust

occupation: lawyer for the Conseil de Paris

criminal occupation: none

faceclaim: colin farrell

Are you afraid of God? No -- perhaps not. But God should be afraid of you. Touched between the eyes by a very particular devil at a young age, your name has always been associated with the sort of decay that begins on the inside, in the softest and warmest parts of the human heart. Your dark side was nurtured before your humanity, for children weaned on coldness consider cruelty a comfort. Loyalty was not a skill culminated over time, nor was it one you ever deemed necessary; your mother died when you were small, and it was her inability to survive that shocked you, for through the veneer of your wealthy upbringing there lay a sharp-jawed monster waiting to devour the weakest link. This was the Faust way, you knew; your father had always told you that no Faust man had ever earned a place in history by allowing lesser animals to usurp their place upon the unspoken hierarchy of the world. Your father was a lawyer, defending madmen with bloodlust unmatched, souls warped beyond recognition - you never wondered if your father ever questioned the morality of his defense, for he’d always seemed content to wash his sins in the confessional every Sunday, and then to smoke out the rattled demons with a cigarette on the stone steps. But you - you - wished not to rattle them free of their bone-cage; you wished to understand. And it was the understanding that made you rich beyond monetary purchase.

Of course, you eschewed religion when asked; you prayed at the altar of opulence and success, burning offerings of tobacco and opium in your own house of worship. As your father lay dying, in hospice and wasting, you left him behind to travel abroad, taking your place at the head of a dying lineage that you would carry on. You fathered children here and there as you went, taking very little interest in any of them, for they came from stock meant for physical pleasure that could not touch your altar. Perhaps you were morbidly religious in a sense; you had deified yourself and the purpose of your family in its place upon a gutter-throne so greatly that the sense of dark grandeur about you sang like a hymn. Perhaps it was why people trusted you so - so blindly, so foolishly. Though it is not in the nature of the prey to stick its throat into the open jaws of the waiting crocodile, there was something about your self-assurance, your aloofness which was both cold and captivating all at once that drew in apostles like flies to honey. Yours was a Bacchanal of success and debauchery; you made more enemies than friends, but who would dare touch you? A former lover here and there might wish you dead - but only because you left them for greater things. You cling to the greatest successes, climb the most pressingly divine ladders - but what will you do when you reach the top? Can you touch Heaven from the top of the Tour Eiffel? Or is it Hell toward which you reach?

associates: antonin petrovic, enzo durand, joseph buquet, erik destler, kristos vallas, lucien rousseau

clients: [ REDACTED ]

distrusts: helene theodosopoulos, edmond ledoux, annabella chaney, manon lellouche, lisette sorelli, gille andré

KADIRA FAUST

You knew you loved her when she taught you the finer points of cremating a body; it is not often that a woman can so match the dark bloom that sits where your soul should be, but she has managed to do it. Of course, you have no equal - but were anyone in this city of grime and bone to come close, it would be her. She is the cold and un-judging hand upon your shoulder, your counsel, the closest thing to a warm body you will allow close. And this is simply because she, unlike others, is not a distraction. She is an asset.

ODESSA FAUST

Where your wife is your greatest tool, your daughter is your greatest hindrance. But you will allow yourself to stumble. You see yourself in her; the number of bastard children you have fathered have all belonged to a disappointingly low caliber, for they were all soft, childlike, wandering and hopeful in their exploration of the world. But your daughter, your Odessa, shares the same shades of black and gold which streak along the walls of your heart, and for once you are proud to call something yours.

VITANTONIO DAMIANA

Where you are the planner, he is the knife in the dark, executing all atrocities without question. You are an upstanding citizen, of course; while you share cigars in the chambers of the city government, he dances at the end of your puppet strings, delving deep into the sewers when you yourself would not deign to dirty your trousers. He is your closest confidant, and you have much experience with bending laws to free him from tight binds. It is a symbiotic relationship that you share; he will be swiftly rewarded when you get what you deserve.

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age: forty eight

gender and pronouns: cis male, he/his

loyalty: destler

occupation: unemployed

criminal occupation: captain for the destler crime organization, organizes protection rackets

faceclaim: costas mandylor

Goodbye tension, hello pension. Twenty six years of service, of hard work and heartache, of living alone and without recognition. All of it condensed into four short words engraved into a cheap lighter. Cheap bastards couldn't even get you a watch. Just some shitty Zippo and a pat on the back. Have a good life, Kris. Hope we never see your ugly face around here again. The only warden to ever get the job based purely on merit instead of relying on nepotism, and what did it get you? Total hearing loss in one ear and a cake with your name spelled wrong. And this fucking lighter. They told you to go be with your family on your time off. Pick up a new hobby. Last warden retired to teach yoga. Well, you're about as flexible as a tree trunk, and the only family you've ever known is thumping away inside an age-worn chest, and you got sick of him about thirty five years ago. For the first time in your life, you're wishing you had stopped climbing for just a second, taken a minute to look around and fall in love. Love is never hard to come by in Greece, except if you're, well. If you're you and you brushed off every girl who so much as smiled at you in favor of a thankless job that deadended in your face before you knew what was happening. It's almost enough to make you want to pick up your little black book and flip through every one night stand to see if God had maybe had the sense of humor to give you a kid. Then you realize you'd have been a deadbeat dad for who knows how many years, and suddenly you're back to regretting how you prioritized your life. You were aching for something, anything; your heart and soul had belonged to this job before it spat in your face, and you wondered if maybe what you were missing wasn't really the dedication, but the thrill. Planned a job, picked up some old cons you yourself had put away. It made you laugh when they somehow weren't surprised to hear from you, though you yourself weren't at all surprised when they agreed to the job. It was supposed to be simple. Go in, kidnap the don's daughter, get out, pass go and collect your two hundred dollars. Simple. The ransom alone could have paid for the rest of your retirement, especially considering the job took a wrong turn and you were the only one who made it out of there alive, leaving you with one big share all to yourself. But the money wasn't what you wanted. Now with a taste for danger, you planned another job, planning to pull it off by yourself. As bad as the first one went, this one was worse. Nearly landed you back in the jail you had overseen for so many years.

Rahim, as always, was your savior. Though you hadn't spoken in years, it was like he could sense when you were in danger of handing your ass royally handed to you and appeared just in time to step in and help. A few strings were pulled, some from your hand and some from his, and you were released without charges pressed so long as you promised to keep yourself out of trouble. It was a half-hearted promise to say the least, seeing as you very quickly found yourself enrolled in some sort of organized crime ring. Led by a man you had never met or even heard of, but Rahim spoke of him with such devotion that you yourself were almost ready to lay down your life for this Erik person once Rahim finished his speech. You've always been the type of man who only needs a cause to fight for; any cause, even if it's not your own. And now, with that hole filled, you're once more feeling vibrant and alive and ready to take the risks life throws at you. It'll always be a little funny what a turn your life has taken, though. From preventing crime to overseeing it. God does have a sense of humor; now you know that for a fact.

associates: gigi destler, lea jammes, lisette sorelli, madalene giry, and meg giry

disliked: antonin petrovic, carlotta giudicelli, claude babin, dulce vilaro, gille andre, odessa faust, philippe chaney, raoul chaney, remy bourque, ubaldo piangi, and xavier carmen

interests: edmond ledoux, jacqueline mifroid, yvette mercier, and zhu lau

ERIK DESTLER

You're still not sure what to think of him, quite frankly. He's, without a doubt, the strangest person you've ever encountered, which is saying something after being in a literal prison for most of your life. He seems nice enough, but as though he's constantly hiding something. You're not sure what he could possibly be hiding that would be worse than what you already know, but he does seem to trust you. He made you a captain, after all, instead of just a mere soldier. So you keep your mouth shut and pretend you don't see anything out of the ordinary, appreciating the job for what it is purely on the surface. That being said, he'd be a fool to think for a second you don't constantly have your eye on him.

FLEUR RENARD, GREGORY RENARD, AND SEBASTIAN RENARD

An unruly bunch, to be sure. They might be siblings, but they're all so incredibly different. In a way, you've gotten your wish of having kids; now, you've suddenly found yourself the father of three wild, impatient, stubborn, slightly homicidal children. It's just about as much fun as you thought it would be — read: none at all — but terribly less fulfilling. They don't seem to ever listen to anything you say, not even Gregory, who you'd initially read as the by the rules ass kisser type of person. However, you can't deny that whenever they somehow manage to pull together and not fuck everything up, you find yourself proud of the little assholes, despite how much you're half waiting for the day you get to put some bullets in them before someone else has the honor of doing it first.

RAHIM AHMADI

Sometimes you wonder how exactly Rahim managed to get himself mixed up in this type of life. It seemed like he would have had a picture perfect life; military service with honors, transferred from the country's only military prison to a high paying position in the private prison you managed for so long and then swept away to be captain of the police force in Bumfuck Nowhere in the middle of the desert. He should have settled down with a beautiful trophy wife, made two point five cute kids, adopted a rescue dog with three legs and end up making front page news for it. Instead he's here, in the middle of this clusterfuck, biting his nails ragged worrying about people he has no business associating with. You'd like to pity him, but the truth is that you're too selfish to wish him too far away from you for too long.

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infernorp · 6 years ago

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age: twenty nine

gender and pronouns: cis male, he/his

loyalty: chaney

occupation: police officer ( chef de service principal de 2e classe )

criminal occupation: associate to the chaney crime organization

faceclaim: keahu kahuanui

You used to have it all planned out. Life, career. Maybe even fame and fortune. You were the master of your own fate and, as you stared your own reflection in the face every morning, earlier than even the songbirds were awake, you told yourself you would have it all one day. But someday was never today, and though it was enough for the time being, you always ached for more. Parents gone, both of them, and you could only remember how it was they left you on the nights when you lay awake in bed staring at the ceiling and calling it sleep. It was just you and your sister for the better part of the last decade, and it was enough. The picture on your nightstand was one of you and Keira, and she was there the day you graduated from the academy, and for all the promotions and awards that followed. The only way for you to go, it seemed, was up. A shooting star, something bright and glowing as that million watt smile of yours. But the nights told a different story. Three nights a week at least found you in a bar out of the city, someplace no one would know your name, drinking away all the what ifs, the greed and the jealousy, the aching ambition, the yearning for something more than the overflowing goblet already spilling across your lips. It was on one of these nights you lost the last thing you could say with total honesty was of any value to you. Murdered. A word which normally held little meaning to you, but made the world feel like it was caving in when used in the context of your precious baby sister. Keira, brutally killed by some monster whose bottomed-out empathy made your shallow pool of substance look like an infinite well. All signs pointed to the man she had been seeing at the time, some scum she met at the bar you were known to frequent. The idea of it haunted you; what if she met him on a night she went looking for you?

Vengeance was a foreign word to you until that day. Very few things stirred what little emotion you possessed enough to make you want to seek retribution, but this crime, this sin, was unforgivable. It wasn’t enough to leave to the justice system. So you tampered with the evidence, made sure your sister’s killer would walk free, just so you could kill him yourself at the first opportunity. You tried to take every possible precaution, cover your tracks, no fingerprints and no DNA, but somewhere you got sloppy, and someone found out. Of course, you had motive, but that part was easy. You had been hot on the trail of a slow acting serial killer for some time, so you waited until you could be sure you knew who the killer was, and then you framed her for the murder of one Florent Vannier, adding a singular body to her already high count when she was brought in. And still, someone found you out. For now, they’re staying hidden, warning you of their presence and knowledge, and telling you to tread lightly until given further instruction. It’s been hard to focus on your other work with this unseen presence looming over you, and you find most of your free time devoted to figuring out just who this blackmailer could be. But every lead you’ve gotten has come up empty, so you’re slowly beginning to resign yourself to police work by day and whatever errands Annabella Chaney needs run by night. You hate belonging to people; first the Chaneys, and now this phantom being. But your time will still come. The only difference is that now the future you hold in your hands is one of selfish bloodshed.

associates: annabella chaney, dulce vilaro, gabriel prideaux, gille andre, indira pui, mathieu reyer, narissa king, raoul chaney, richard firmin, and tempest noble

coworkers: edmond ledoux, jacqueline mifroid, and veronica perez

suspicious of: antonin petrovic, enzo durand, gregory renard, lucien rousseau, lisette sorelli, philippe chaney, and zhu lau

HELENE THEODOSOPOULOS

There was a time you looked up to Helene, admired them even. They had the life for herself that you dreamed of. But you let all that go halfway down the drain, with whatever shreds of ambition and respect you still have hanging on for dear life, and Helene knows it. You were their favorite, too, for several years. Now you can hardly pass their office without them looking up from their paperwork with a disapproving look and a frown, disappointment coloring their features whenever they so much as hear your name. It makes you sick, but you refuse to accept that this is all your fault. If only Helene knew what you’re going through, what led you to this point, maybe they’d look more kindly on you. Or maybe they’d toss you out on the street, once and for all.

ODESSA FAUST

Half of you wonders if this little girl is somehow involved in this awful blackmail ordeal. Normally the answer would be no, without a second thought, but there’s something about Odessa that catches your eye, and you know you’ve caught hers as well. A person hiding something can recognize another with a terrible secret from a mile away, and you wonder if that’s what’s been drawing the two of you together. While it might be beneficial to turn the charm all the way up and find out just what it is she’s hiding, for your own good, maybe even for leverage, you can’t help but feel compelled to simply keep her at arms length. And it’s killing her. You can see it whenever you politely decline conversation, tell her you can accompany yourself down the sidewalk. It’s unusual, you think, for a girl in her position to throw herself at someone like this, and it makes you all the more wary and all the more curious.

SAMIR ROBERT

Your partner, for all intents and purposes, though it’s no secret the two of you don’t always mesh well. And that’s what you say when you’re trying to be polite. In truth, you can’t stand Samir, and you almost wish there was a way you could do away with them without getting caught. But since you’ve already tried that once and it didn’t work out in your favor, you suppose you’re doomed to put up with their incessant manual thumping, throwing the textbook and qualifying exam scores at you every opportunity they get. If a person has to brag about their intellect, it’s worth considering that they’re just a bullshitter with an over-inflated ego. Sami, you think, almost decidedly falls into this category. With almost no field experience under their belt, the notion that they think they can tell you what to do is absolutely appalling — but then, after the big department scandal when you were found to be having an affair with your former partner, who finds herself incredibly married to a Senator, you suppose you’re stuck with the bottom of the barrel.

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Top 10 Things to Do in Odessa

Europe UkraineSeptember 12, 2019

Odessa

How not to get lost in the diversity that Odessa has to offer? This list of the Top 10 Things to Do in Odessa will keep you focused.

Many people want to be born in Odessa, but only a few can make it.

Leonid Utesov

The monument to the 12th chair, dedicated to the novel of Ilf and Petrov

Monument to Jose de Ribas, the founder of Odessa

Odessa Passage – magnificent retail complex near Deribsovskaya decorated with stucco moldings and statues of Mercury and Fortuna among the multitude of other masterfully created statues

Zukovskogo Street 27 (password 248) – a yard with lush greenery on the buildings of the walls.

Ekaterininskaya Square 1 – beautiful yard in the city center. Most of the time it’s closed, but if it’s open, take your chance to see it.

Grecheskaya Street 40 – a little and very unusual yard.

Zukovskogo Street 32 – famous house with a yellow door. It was built in 1850 and it’s a monument of architecture.

In many of these yards, you will meet a great number of cats. 5, 10 and in some yards as many as 10 or 20. So, Odessa’s yards are definitely a place to be for cat lovers.

There’s no way to skip Odessa if you want to explore Ukraine.

Click here for the PDF version of the Top 10 Things to do in Odessa Guide.

Other Ukraine Guides:

Newest 4-Day Itinerary to Kyiv City

5 Guides in 1: The Ultimate Guide to Lviv City

The Lure of Carpathian Mountains: Top 10 Reasons to See Mysterious Mountains of Western Ukraine

Photo credits: Val Kornev

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Top 10 Things to Do in Odessa

Europe UkraineSeptember 12, 2019

Odessa

How not to get lost in the diversity that Odessa has to offer? This list of the Top 10 Things to Do in Odessa will keep you focused.

Many people want to be born in Odessa, but only a few can make it.

Leonid Utesov

The monument to the 12th chair, dedicated to the novel of Ilf and Petrov

Monument to Jose de Ribas, the founder of Odessa

Odessa Passage – magnificent retail complex near Deribsovskaya decorated with stucco moldings and statues of Mercury and Fortuna among the multitude of other masterfully created statues

Zukovskogo Street 27 (password 248) – a yard with lush greenery on the buildings of the walls.

Ekaterininskaya Square 1 – beautiful yard in the city center. Most of the time it’s closed, but if it’s open, take your chance to see it.

Grecheskaya Street 40 – a little and very unusual yard.

Zukovskogo Street 32 – famous house with a yellow door. It was built in 1850 and it’s a monument of architecture.

In many of these yards, you will meet a great number of cats. 5, 10 and in some yards as many as 10 or 20. So, Odessa’s yards are definitely a place to be for cat lovers.

There’s no way to skip Odessa if you want to explore Ukraine.

Click here for the PDF version of the Top 10 Things to do in Odessa Guide.

Other Ukraine Guides:

Newest 4-Day Itinerary to Kyiv City

5 Guides in 1: The Ultimate Guide to Lviv City

The Lure of Carpathian Mountains: Top 10 Reasons to See Mysterious Mountains of Western Ukraine

Photo credits: Val Kornev

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age: thirty one

gender and pronouns: cis male, he/his

loyalty: destler

occupation: company member of le théâtre de nuit

criminal occupation: solider for the destler crime organization, assists with protection rackets

faceclaim: milo ventimiglia

It's hard being the strongest sometimes. The oldest. The one who was looked up to and expected to wipe away tears and fight off the monsters and solve all the problems. You would have if you could have managed it somehow. You're strong, but not that strong. You've spent your whole life so far coming to that realization, and instead of helping you accept your shortcomings and allowing you to see that your siblings love you for who you are and what you've done for them, it only makes you feel more like a failure. No matter how much Fleur, giggling, hangs all of her weight off one of your arms and pushes thin fingertips into the corners of your mouth, urging you to smile, it's still never enough. 'Baby, you're doing your best. I wish I could be there with you,' comes the staticky assurance once a week through the receiver, your mother sending her best wishes from Russia. No matter how much she says she wants to leave, wants to live one floor above you again, you know she'd never leave her home country again. One trip was enough, and that was just long enough to plant you and your siblings here before getting homesick and making the long voyage back. Now you're alone, and though you know in your head Gregory and Fleur are grown, that they're adults, their own people and that they can make decisions for themselves, part of you will always feel compelled to continue to raise them as best you can.

The downside to being the strong shoulder, the one to cry on and lean on, the listening ear, is that no one thinks to ask as to your wellbeing. For years, you've carried around the doubt, the fear, the total unknowingness of the path you were leading your siblings down, the life you were drawing them into. Not once in all those years has anyone stopped and asked if you were alright. Mister Squelch, the strongman, with his deep baritone and the laugh lines around a grin that could stop a car in the middle of the street. Not one person has ever seen the sadness that encapsulates your heart. Maybe Erik sees, perhaps he knows; he would know, you sometimes think he knows everything. But it's a quiet, impersonal, private kind of knowing. You think maybe he's trying to leave you some dignity, but it mostly just comes across as cold. Still, sometimes you feel his hand come down on your shoulder when your brow crinkles in rehearsal, and you know it means he's there, no matter what you may need him for. It's a comforting thought, and it's all you need to get you through everything he hands to you, whether it be sheet music or your next assignment.

associates: antonin petrovic, cherry langley, gigi destler, lea jammes, lisette sorelli, lucien rousseau, madalene giry, meg giry, rahim ahmadi, and xavier carmen

castmates: baylen moreau, christine daae, hadley perrin, odessa faust, ubaldo piangi, and ursula braun

higher-ups: gabriel prideaux, gille andre, mathieu reyer, michel lefevre, and richard firmin

ERIK DESTLER

You have an odd relationship with Erik. You don't speak much, hardly at all, and yet you have the constant feeling that you know he's always there for you. In return, you'd give your life for his if he so much as mentioned it without a reason. No questions asked, you'd jump in front of a bullet for him, so long as he promised to always look after Fleur and Gregory for you. For some reason, you feel as though you'd have already fallen apart without him holding you together, which is odd because you get the impression he's normally the one doing the falling apart himself. Maybe he appreciates some semblance of control without having to be hands-on, or maybe he doesn't even realize the effect he has on you. Whatever the situation is, you're happy not having to define it, just knowing that standing three feet behind him and safely in his shadow is the safest place you've known in your life.

FLEUR RENARD AND GREGORY RENARD

For the past five years, you've only had each other. You've been grown enough, but Fleur was still, in your eyes, a baby when your mother decided she had to pack up and go back home. None of you really blame her, and you all took care of each other, but you still miss her, and it was quite sudden. Almost as though she had died, how sudden it was and how little you see her. Your weekly phone calls might as well be prayers; when she talks, she never really says anything, only offers cryptic advice and old wives' tales from your grandmother and then hangs up to call again in another seven days. Gregory insists he doesn't need you looking out for him, he's as stubborn as he is intelligent, but Fleur appreciates the helping hand. It's funny, since she's probably the one who needs it the least. Still, you expect you'll be looking over both of their shoulders for the rest of your life. You can't help it; it's the only way you know to show you care.

KRISTOS VALLAS

You're far from reckless — while Fleur gets the title of least prepared and Gregory is constantly so busy with his head stuck up his own ass to stop planning and actually do something for once, you're happily in the middle, a man of action, but cautious and well-planned action — but already Kris has saved your skin more times than you'd like to admit. Once you called him almost twice your age and nearly got your head blown off for it, but the truth of the matter is that he's much more world-weary than you, in knowledge and in demeanor, and it shows in nearly every way. You've slumped into the seat next to him at the bar too many nights to count, dark circles sprouting purple under both of your eyes. Every night it's the same thing he says to you, voice low. 'You can't give up, kid. Life doesn't always throw you what you want, but it'll always hand you what you need. Look at me, first I wanted the perfect job, then the perfect family. Had the first one and it bored the shit outta me, and the second one never would've suited me to begin with. But now I have you three knuckleheads and enough dough to live comfortable in a beautiful city. Keep your chin up. You never know what's comin' for you, but you've gotta be ready for it.'

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